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Saturday, January 31, 2009

Don't want to go Home

I don't want to go home
where is empty and cold
Where there are no voices
where no one talks, not even me.
Home it is warm place to be but not for me
it is silent, it is dark, it is lonely
it is a place to rest, eat and get clean
it is a roof over my head from the rain
I don't want to go home
where there are no souls to speak to
no one to complaint to
nobody to love or make love to.
Home it is warm place to be but not for me
it is silent, it is dark, it is lonely
it is a place to rest, eat and get clean
it is a roof over my head from the rain
There is a box in the living room
it speaks only to itself and makes me laugh at times
but it does not give me warmth
it only shows me faces, figures, and colours.
There is a music box too that comes on every morning
I like listening to music it makes me happy
but not as happy as I wish I could be
it gives me something to sing about but not to really sing.
I putter at work for as long as I can
so I do not go home too soon or early
where there is nobody waiting
where there is no one to complaint to.
Home it is warm place to be but not for me
it is silent, it is dark, it is lonely
it is a place to rest, eat and get clean
it is a roof over my head from the rain.
I do not want to go home
where is empty and lonely
where no sound can be heard
where only one human lives
a human that talks or sees no one.
I do not want to go home!